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I stood in the mirror in Briannas' bathroom taking down my twist out. Since graduation night I'd been staying here with Tyrone, Brianna and their grandma — Tyrone and I had grown a lot closer, and I think I was maybe developing feelings for him.
"Fuck," I groaned out clenching my stomach. "Ouch. Ouch."
"What's wrong," Tyrone ran into the bathroom looking at me his eyes filled with concern. "You good?"
"I-..I," I moaned out. "I'm pregnant."
"We haven't fu-.."
"Take me to a hospital," I cried.
"You okay," He looked at me. "Just breathe, I'ma get you some water."
I took a couple of breathes as the pain eased up slowly.
"Drink this," Tyrone handed me up open room temperature water. "It's more than likely Braxton Hicks. You ain been pissing huh?"
I shook my head no.
"Just lay down and relax," He sighed. "Why you didn't tell me though? I thought we was talking asumn."
"It's for my twin brother," I mumbled my finger tapping against the bottle. "He raped me, constantly. I wanted an abortion but I only found out recently."
"The fucking pretty boy ass nigga who been calling looking for you?"
"Yeah."
He shook his head getting up from the couch, "I'll be back."
"Where you going," I asked as he grabbed his keys.
"I'll be back," He looked back at me. "Relax. If you still feeling this way when I get back, we'll go to the hospital."
I sighed laying back on the couch, and began scrolling through my Instagram feed. I was just starting to dose off when my phone started ringing.
I shot up reading over the random unsaved number before answering.
"Hello?"
"I-..Is this Shaniyah," The familiar feminine voice whispered. "This is Adazya."
"If you calling for Shannon I don't stay there anymore."
"N-..No," She stuttered. "I think he raped me and I want to go to the police. I know we were once friends and I really don't want to go alone."
